waiting.
âItâs some kind of noose, I think,â Jay says. Self-consciously, he adjusts his glasses. Itâs his first day to wear them, and he keeps glancing around to see if anybody notices. Shelly thinks he looks dignified and serious, like the president of the United States in a movie.
âNo, she means gag,â says Bender. âShe needs a gag.â
âShut up, Bender,â Shelly snaps.
âA âgig,ââ explains Spencer, doing his learned-professor imitation, âis a term used by musicians of the popular sort, meaning an engagement, or in the vernacular, a âjob.ââ His dad is a musicianâShellyâs guitar teacher, in fact.
âEverybody move along,â says Mrs. B. âFind a seat.â
Shelly and Miranda find one together, parking the gym bag on the seat in front of them.
âHey, Jay,â Igor calls from the back. âLook.â
Everybody looks where Igor is pointing out the near window. Jayâs grandfather is standing in front of the gazebo, Panzerâs leash looped through his arm while the dog noses in the grass. The old man is holding a sign: IF YOU CAN READ THIS YOUR A GREAT RUNNING BACK. KNOCK âEM DEAD JAY PASTERNAK III, MVP .
âOh,â sighs Miranda after a moment. âThatâs really sweet.â
Shelly nods, meanwhile wondering if Mr. Pasternak usually wears his house slippers to walk the dog. Jay bites his upper lip and releases the catch on the nearest window. Forcing it down, he sticks out his fist with the thumb up.
âOkay,â says Mrs. B in a tone unusually gruff. âLetâs get this show on the road.â
Speaking of show⦠Shelly shares a glance with Miranda, knowing they both see Mr. Pasternakâs sign as a good omen: Knock âem dead! (Though not too dead, since itâs a nursing home.)
âHey, I just thought,â she says as the bus rolls toward the highway. âYou can do my intro.â
âYou mean, âHereâs Shellyâ? I think the activity directorâs going to do that.â
âNo, I mean you could do some kind of opening act. Like all the pros have a warm-up band to get the crowd pumped. You could sing âThe Star-Spangled Bannerâ or something.â
Miranda actually turns pale. âOr I could throw up or something. I hate to get in front of a bunch of people.â
âOkay, okay.â Shelly is feeling a little nervous herself. This is the first show sheâs ever done all on her own, and sheâs thinking it might be nice to have someone to share the glory. Or blame. But she should have thought of it before now.
âShelly?â Miranda asks. âAre you scared?â
âScared? Noâitâs just a show. Iâve done lots of âem.â
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But not quite like this. For one thing, they donât have the time or equipment to set up her Mylar curtain properly or her box lights at all. Charlotte, the activity director, doesnât seem to understand why she needs a Mylar curtain, so Shelly tries to explain: âItâs one of my signatures. Every performer has a signature, to kind of say who they are and get the show off to a good start. I have to burst through the curtain and get the audience all jazzed.â
âHoney, itâll take a lot more than a long silver fringe to get this audience jazzed,â Charlotte says. But she finds a roll of duct tape and a couple of brooms so the girls can prop up Shellyâs signature between two folding chairs. Meanwhile, Charlotte and a volunteer put away the bingo cards and rearrange the residents.
What Charlotte will not do is give a proper intro. Instead of Ladies and gentlemen, please welcomeâ¦SHELL! , Charlotte merely says, âShelly Alvarez was very sweet to come over today and sing a few songs for us. Letâs give her a warm Sunset Hills welcome.â
And how, thinks Shelly, was anybody going to get
Melinda Metz, Laura J. Burns